Ethan

Will you drink
From inside the bucket
My
Milk, stop
From inside the barn
How much will you

I can't hear you
I don't want you

Ant hill children all breathe
On the skin of my teeth
Dangled by a big thread
In the back of my

I can't hear you

Stomach
Rid of it
Above it
And score me

My stomach
Rid of it
Above it
And sore me

Well, you drink
From Inside the bucket
My
Milk, stop!
From Inside the barn
How are you can I

I
I'm gonna sell you my hands
Do you think you're a new man
Do you think I could use a hand
In what I think could be happy

Bliss, naive now
Reflecting the kids
The kids at the table
I think if you'd ask me now
I don't want to get high anymore



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Skilling
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